The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1887-07-20

as Wncn ner guests, always Well CHoscn
with respect to harmony and sympathy
of tastes, were assembled about her own
gracious little person in the large dining
room, whose generous bay window
opened upon the flush Of sunset, the long
shadows over the lawn, the glimpse of a
curve of shining river and soft blue
ridge of hills beyond. But this evening
the little company was out of tune.
Marion Dennison looked pale and grave,
Farmley mice fellow as he was usually,
Mrs. Blair said to herself Indignantly
was silent and morose, or only exertcd
himself out OF courtesy to his hostess.
Greatly, young people are very tire
some when they fall in love-" thought
Mrs Blair. "And when are they not
falling in loveln
After dinner Mrs. Blair gave Farmley
permission to light his cigar, and, taking
Marion Dennison's arm, went out upon
the gravel walk at the back of the house,
where chairs had been placed, and joined
him. The dusk was full of sweet smells
of flowers and herbage, and there was a
pale light abroad, mingling with the fad
ing daylight, and emanating from yet
unrisen moon.
81 wish you would sing something, u
Mrs. Blair said to the girl.
Marion Dennison sang as no else sang.
She had low mezzo soprano voice, in
fnitely sweet and clear and thrilling,
but not powerful 1t had been trained,
but not overtraincd. She sang as natu-
rally and freely as bird sings, and as
| effectively and simply without accom-
paniment as with one. She had what
the French call tears in her voice. There
was an intense pathos in some of her notes.
She was neveypore charming than wher
she sang, and%sAe was always charming.
Mrs. Blair, as she listened to the liquid
tones and watched the girls delicate,
spiritual face, acknowledged to herself that
| Ambrose Farmley's infatuation was moi
an unreasonable thing. Ambrose Farm
ley himself, throwing one arm over the
back of his garden chair, allowed hi
cigar to go out, and pulled at his nous
tache, with his fine eyes glowing will
resentful passion at his enchantress, whilt
she, her head thrown UP a little and he
hands ulaspcd loosely in her lap, seemed
lost to all things sublunary. Was sh,
thinking of that handsome, dashing, alb
sent English lover of hers, who had cap
tured her young heart when yet it was il
its early teens, and whom she had givel
Farmley to understand she had promised
never to forgetl
A servant came out of the house ant
approached Mrs. Blair apologetically.
ia gentleman she said low, in an
swer to his whisper. Marion stopped
singing. "Whcre is the gentleman
"In the little reception room, ma am.
When Mrs. Blair had departed ther
fell an embarrassed silence between tn
two young people. The moon was nov
up, and it cast a pearly radiance full o
Miss Dennison's blonde head and otherei
face. She seemed to her impassione
lover too beautiful and delicate and goo
for this earth and its rough uses.
moonbeam could not be more intangibl
nor cooler than she had been to hin
This very evanescent, poetic charm {
hers enthraled him-seemed to meet
want of his nature which no other VIC
man had ever yet remotely touched.
He leaned abruptly forward, and ht
startled, dove-like eyes rested on h
palid visage. "Miss Dennison, l sha
go away tomorrow.
go away?" she murmured.
''You see, can't stop here, and
with you constantly after what l said
| you Yesterday" They both colored
little, but each was too much moved
notice the fact in the other. "And so
had best go away. But l wish you
. know that shall never change, and tn
t if ever-if you"
"Marion, dear!" called Mrs Blair fro
the house.
Marion rose with a little agitat(
9 glance toward Farmly, who had put o
his hand.
d ''Say goodbye now, won't you 2"
= stammered huskily. lie looked We
0 handsome and devoted and miserah
standing there, and she impulsively la
n her fingers in his He held them in
close grip, and at last she had to te
{ them away. When she entered the lit
Il reception room she had heighteni
+, color.
A gentleman sat talking to Miss BlG
"a large, red-faced, middle-aged mi
l. with a resonant voice. AT her entran
c he started to his feet and walking rapid
G up to her seized both her hands.
marion Well, well, well ~ he erie
II iovially. II declare Why Ha, h
ha Bless me if the child knows mi
q So forgetful as that, Marion 2 Inco
n stancy, thy name is woman ?"
o Mrs. Blair had risen with the intenti
of leaving the room. But dismay root
C her feet to the spot. She expected t
z, words which fell the next second fro
/ Marion's white lips, yet she could scarce
credit that she had heard them arig
C when they came:
n This is Captain Low, Mrs. Blair"
d The captain bowed calamity, and t
o exertion increased the ruddiness of
;. complexion.
II Il have had the pleasure of talki
n some minutes with Mrs. Blair" he eric
'Fancy, Miss Dennison"-some init
ton had evidently warned him TO a
It dress her hereafter in that form--'I on
knew of your whereabouts by mt
r chance this morning. I've cousin i
" ing in New York now, and | asked hi
Y if he had ever met you. He knew sol
u one who in turn knew Mrs. Blair, and
.. ! bonnened IN have heard that A Miss N